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Perfection. Never more and most certainly never less. That is all Katsuki learned to know and I mean who could blame him. You imagine growing up in a nice house and with parents, whose job was literally perfection. Every sequin and thread placed with precision and no room for mistake.
Until life said “Fuck That!" And Izuku "The Fucking Hurricane" Midoriya appeared. With his golden tan skin. Silky Green coils. Long, curled lashes. Self-Confidence. And by far the most powerful thing he had was his drive. He worked non-stop. The real question was what was the goal? That was the mystery no one could figure out. He just sorta appeared. He lived on the edge that split the Red Light District and as everyone around would say "The normal parts of town". As if people who lived else where were some animals. But that was a mystery Katsuki could solve later.
He lived in the cheapest apartments one could buy. And oh boy, did he stick out like a sore thumb. Him and his mother immigrated from where was it again. America? No. Cuba? No. Mexico? That's the one. So to say he was noticeable was an understatement. But Katsuki could only admire him because he owned it. He fucking owned that title of being different. He stood tall. Spoke firmly. Was charming. And said the right things. However, Katsuki knew there was more to the story.
He first saw him at school strutting along humming a tune to some new american song. Maybe like an R&B or pop one. Who knows, but thats not the point. He was just like magnetic. Almost like a siren. Could it be his quirk? Possibly. The only thing Katsuki was sure of was that he had to know more so that started his mission. Mission: Solve the Mystery that is Izuku Midoriya.